drat fink

wait until dark

tear jerker

Report: Gen X Irony, Cynicism
May Be Permanently Obsolete

AUSTIN, TX— According to Generation X sources, the recent attack on America may have rendered cynicism and irony permanently obsolete. "Remember the day after the attack, when all the senators were singing 'God Bless America,' arm-in-arm?" asked Dave Holt, 29. "Normally, I'd make some sarcastic wisecrack about something like that. But this time, I was deeply moved." Added Holt: "This earnestness can't last forever. Can it?"

caught in a spyders web

how many cliches can i rend in an hour
glassy eyed

the light
whiter than white

i remember how that damn thing
would never give me any peace

a plastic smile
why wont you cooperate

ive always been a big fan

well blow me down

staggering
do you shop at macy's gray

i know its purple again
but then purple it must be

wideyed widowed

all eyes on me
framed

why are you riding so fast
if i move slow i lose focus

at the crosswalk

flinched
slowdown
hit the skids
too late

i think its leaking brake fluid

an extenuated circumstance

the cloistered
the cloak that wears you
reduced to must
its over whats due
your risque brass
blotted out the seen
half hearted flags
drip drop droop

drat fink

something to say
somethng to say
something to say

do you hear me? do you care?

nothing to say
now except
good bye

windowdressing

cut the genes in my dreams
the splice of life

drew queens in spades
jack-the-knife

with the means to remain
gone to blazes

"excelsior!" he cried.

the fire is out

the cow goes.....moo

there is no ART in Eye
...only (are there) advertisements
....................................... the dog barks...woof
for SenseSorry Depredation
...................................Dissimulation
................. A CATALOGUE OF
..............A FELLOWSHIP oF FENESTRATION
............ A DESULTORY
NATRALIST

grease paint
hard hat
yellow tape

Can i See your ID?

mortars....motors
.......interregnum........
is there a draft in here?

a wake board

......................wee the peeple wee the purpil wee the pupal

am i still dreaming yet?

stealing away
undeclared
concrete rivers
pitchblende
a false seance
of insecurity

shall i take the window or the stairs?

5% solution

for what its worth
this dolorous guile

a renewed silence
a retread smile

broken spells
movement swells

an overture rests
on an undercard